I have a somewhat embarrassing confession to make: I don’t really read shifters. I’m not entirely sure why. Maybe the “insta-mate” trope bothers me a little. The idea that two wolves/bears/dolphins/whatever so much as sniff each other and suddenly BAM! they are head over heels, they are going to the chapel, or at least ready to get buck-wild in the woods together. Not that I have anything against getting buck wild in the woods – what two consenting wolves do together under the full moon is totally their biz, right? It’s just… I have trouble buying it as a romance. It’s okay, you can all throw stuff at me.
Maybe it’s the time a friend of mine mentioned werewolves are basically just overgrown dogs, and when they get wet they’ll have “wet dog smell,” and wet dog smell ain’t sexy. Hmm.
At the same time, I know other readers love that stuff and I have read books where the heroes are sexy and the subject matter is handled pretty well. I read Soulless by Gail Carriger and fell very much in love with Lord Maccon and his burly, roast chicken eating, werewolf ways. Not to mention, I like to think that meeting my husband was love at first sight, so I can’t totally diss that whole “insta-love” concept.
The more I think about it, the more these shifter beasts get under my skin. I’ve been toying with a series idea, even, which is why I guess you should never say never.
But here’s what’s interesting to me: Some other authors and I took a poll recently, asking romance readers what their favorite paranormal creature was. Shifters won hands down, but the type of shifter was all over the map. Weres, dragons, cats… There were species I hadn’t even thought about.
Clearly, I need to broaden my horizons, here.
It got me to wondering, so I’d love to hear: What’s your favorite shifter, and why?